Please be careful with me. Sometimes I just get sad and I don’t know why. I’m sorry:
Harry really, genuinely is such a sweetheart. There were two little girls 3 or 4 rows ahead of me, right on the side next to the catwalk. The older one was no more than 8 or 9 and I’d guess about 7 for the younger one. Harry stopped multiple times to blow them kisses and…
But who da fuck is you tho?
I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.